Stocktaking

Someone rejected me on a dating site
Because apparently I 'lacked ambition'
Rejected prejudiciously-they blocked me
So I reflected, I took stock
Of my 'market cap', in a dating sense
Realising that without any thought whatsoever
My life had arrived at this point:
That I'm an old, unemployed, anxious,
sagging, wrinkled, penniless, socially
isolated, resentful, bitter, condescending,
childless poet
(Poet being the worst of it)
It was quite a shock, but what can one do
Later in life but try to live authentically?
It wasn’t meant to be this way
But there couldn't have been any other
I've followed my destined path, you might say
(Poet being the worst of it)